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"Mom, this is Tania, my wife." "I'm not your wife," Tania retorted. "Jack, do you think after everything you've done, we can go back to the way things were?" Hearing this, Jack looked at Tania with a dark expression. "My mother had hoped I would find a gentle and kind woman, Tania." "Then go find one!" Tania said impatiently. "I have nothing to do with you!" "How can you say that? We got married in Carvonia. Have you forgotten?"

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

I asked with a teary voice. “Do you like stories, Ruby?” She asked. “Let me tell you a not-so-beautiful story” She added as she took a nearby chair and sat down, facing me. “Once upon a time, there was a lovely couple- or so everyone thought. The couple was nothing else but beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. The husband didn’t love his wife as much as he claimed he did, he didn’t show it in his actions. He neglected her and was so engrossed in his work that it made his wife regret every getting married to him.

He gently entwined our fingers together and pressed an endearing kiss to my knuckles. "Now, this might not be the love confession you might be expecting. But I just want to tell you this. I like my wife a lot. And that's something considering the fact that I don't like a lot of people. My wife has such pretty eyes, which she tries to hide sometimes. But I want to see them every day. I want to paint them behind my eyelids," he said, and I choked out a sob, warmth flooding my chest.

Belinda tried to take off her husband’s clothes and he jacked her up in the process, while still kissing her. Immediately Belinda’s feet touched the ground, Ace turned on the shower and the water cascaded on them. As the water gently beat their bodies, Ace made love to his wife in a way he had never done since 6 years plus they got married. You know what they say about Make-Up Love Making? I guess that’s the effect the two lovebirds were experiencing at that moment because they have never had serious issues in their marriage before then.

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Noah said with a faraway look in his eyes. “I love you, Noah Shaw.” Natalia said. “Same here, Natalia Shaw.” Noah said with a tight lipped smile before running up the stairs. Natalia turned back to put Wendy’s arm back in a proper position should in case she fell or something. “I asked for a bit of spice. Definitely not crazy celebrity drama. A job, family, loving husband. For my best friend to get all those things too. I am tired of everything that is taking place now.” Natalia muttered and went up the stairs after her husband too.

The bond which went through all thick and thin situations but survived every stormy weather. They never broke, never left and this is what makes everyone envy them. They all were individually perfect in themselves and were strong enough to fight with the world. But whenever they were together their power tripled and seemed like the "Great wall of China", unbreakable and stronger. Karan on the other hand, was sulking and scowling as his wife not even for once called him back or texted. He loathes Krish for snatching his wife's attention toward him. He felt like flying to Australia and having her all to himself but it wasn't possible and this made him more frustrated.

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But that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Honestly I hate the term. I have read some of the books from before the illness and there was one genre that was about werewolves. Do you know what that is?” I nodded and she took that as her cue to continue. ” In these types of stories, the wives had a soulmate or mate who was the other half of their soul. In these stories, the mates were completely in love and they would do anything for each other. Nothing and no one would take the place of a mate.” She sighs and I see the pain in her eyes.